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FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 302
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter Four
ÒDear, you must first learn to suck,Ó Sherry giggled. She and Jeff
were just making up games now, with me as their victim. She walked
casually to a shelf. There was no hurry. She picked up a huge dildo. She
walked back over to me but I was determined not to take it. I feared she
would make me choke on it.
Sherry pushed the dildo against my belly button. ÒI wonder if I
should shove this up your ass first, to make it nice and tasty,Ó she asked
me. ÒOr will you be a good girl and practise your sucking on it just as it
is?Ó A shiver ran down me. Sherry trailed the dildo up my front, tapping
my ribs, snaking it up between my breasts. As the tip reached my lips and
she pried my lips apart with it I felt a sudden fullness in my belly.
ÒSuck, honey, or pay the consequences,Ó Sherry said. She introduced
the huge cock into my mouth and took hold of my neck in the process. I
was at her mercy. I tried my best to accept the dildo, to not gag on it, to
let her ease it in and then out of my mouth, slowly, training me. ÒYou
must suck very nicely if youÕre ever to suck my husband,Ó Sherry told me.
Suddenly, with my hips arched out as the cock was pushed into my mouth, I
peed!
I could say nothing. The penis filled my mouth and kept me from
doing anything but breathe through my nose. But, mortified, unable to cry
or gasp with remorse, I felt my pee sprinkle down onto the hard stone
floor.
Sherry laughed, stepped back a little to keep from getting her ankles
splashed. All the while she kept giving me dick in my mouth, making me
accept the large penis even though I wanted it not at all. What girl would
want to have a big rubber phallus jammed in her mouth? But I had no
choice. They were husband and wife and I was just their guest, picked for
the weekend to entertain themselves with.
Jeff struck me hard on my tummy with his switch even as I was still
peeing. I bucked. My stream flung itself off course, then caught, nothing
coming, then started again. A long burning line impressed itself along my
belly, running across it. Jeff arched his wrist in again and struck me
anew. Part of the whipÕs length stung my thighs. They were pulled apart
and yanked back, but still jutted forward enough to catch part of the
whipÕs fury. Again and again Jeff hit my tummy, sometimes hard,
sometimes less hard, each stroke deliberately placed as if to drive out of
me any burgeoning eggs. I was to leave without being enceinte. Next
weekend they would play with some one else. I was just a toy. Toys must
not conceive.
Sherry drove the huge rubber penis in and out of my mouth. Despite
its hugeness it was infertile. Jeff held his cock back from me and beat my
tummy with his switch. They were husband and wife. It was for them to
couple and conceive, for Sherry to give birth. I was too young. I must
return to junior high and my school uniforms and textbooks. I must not be
a welfare mom at 14. But I wanted Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. And he said he wanted
me. Was he just torturing me to please Sherry? Did he plan to come to me
later, and fuck me privately? Did he plan to sell Sherry at midnight to the
mexicans to take down to Mexico and make into a slave? My head spun and
I felt each stinging, aching blow of JeffÕs switch as he laid it over my
womb. In my mouth I held a replica of his cock, but no matter how hard I
sucked it, it gave nothing.
Wickedly, Sherry began tweaking my nipples. Oh, must those be
tortured too? They stuck out so fine and delicate and desperate. Was she
jealous of them? Hers were no less pretty, or excited. But she tormented
my nipples with her sharp fingertips, Jeff not stopping her. I bucked
against the rape rack. I wanted down! But always the switch kept coming,
and now SherryÕs wickedly teasing fingertips, and the huge cock filling my
mouth and making me suck it.
ÒYes, darling, you are a good little girl after all. And youÕll go home
when the weekendÕs over, wonÕt you?Ó Sherry asked me. I had to nod Ôyes.Õ
I had no choice. Her fingers at my nipples made sure I didnÕt disagree.
ÒAh, we should have blindfolded her on the way up here,Ó Sherry said to
Jeff. ÒThen she would truly just be a toy.Ó She kissed my cheek. ÒTake
the whip away, dear, she has been good. You are a good girl, Kelly,Ó Sherry
told me.
Still making me suck on the big fake cock, Sherry ran her busy
fingertips down to my clit. With suave, feminine fingertips, but
demanding fingertips, stroked and pricked around and within my cunny.
She made me buck even harder against the rack. I was about to cum when
she suddenly drew her hand away.
ÒNaughty girl! Do you think I want your spendings all over my hand?Ó
Sherry asked me. She drew the fake prick from my lips and slapped my
face. Not hard, just playfully, but leaving me panting on the rack with my
belly and bottom burning and my mouth and cunny lips longing.
ÒJeff, letÕs play,Ó Sherry said to her husband. She drew him close,
right in front of me. I could only look on helplessly as they kissed. Her
hand stole to his and she drew the switch from his gasp. I stared with
frightened eyes. Would she use it on me?
Their kiss ended. Sherry stepped back, inverted the switch so she
held the dangerous end in her palm, and prodded JeffÕs balls with the
handle. ÒYou, sir, are very full,Ó she told him. He sighed. His thing stuck
out very big and quavering with his lust.
ÒSuck it,Ó he told her.
ÒOnly if you give me a good fucking afterward and ignore that little
minx on the rack,Ó Sherry said to him.
ÒAlright,Ó Jeff breathed.
ÒNoooooo!Ó I cried. But it was too late. Sherry dropped at once to
her knees and took possession of him. Like a madwoman, fearful of losing
his sperm to my womb, she yanked on his cock and fisted him and blew him
as hard as she could with her lips. Jeff groaned. He wanted to hold on.
HeÕd promised his wife a sperming. Yet now, with her mouth at his cock,
Sherry seemed bent on making him explode.
A combat ensued. It could be called nothing else. Sherry abused
JeffÕs cock with her mouth and lips and hands as he struggled to retain his
seed. SherryÕs hips twisted back and forth as she crouched before him.
She obviously needed pleasure very badly but she did not try to gratify her
cunny with her hands. She kept all her attention on JeffÕs cock and,
seemingly, on making him spill right there, on the floor or in her mouth,
anything to keep him away from me, to deplete him so that he would not
wind up impregnating me. For, of us all, Jeff was by far the strongest. He
was male. We were just females. He could order us about the dungeon at
his whim. So Sherry, given this chance, wanted to milk him. She did not
want to risk losing him to me again.
I hung on the rack. I bucked my hips. I felt empty. Even my mouth
felt empty and remorseful. I wanted. I needed. I was spread wide apart in
a roomful of dildos and with a well-hung man, still holding his seed, and
yet I was without. I had only my open, empty holes. And my little nipples,
teasing me by sticking up like little fake cocks. They looked like twin
antennae, intent on receiving broadcasts that did not come.
Sherry sat back suddenly on her heels. She looked dolefully up at her
husband. She took his huge, fat sausage-like prick in one hand, doing her
best to wrap her fingers around it. With her other hand she steadied
herself as she lifted her eyes up to his. ÒHoney!Ó she whined. ÒI want you
to cum now. Please donÕt hold back.Ó She smiled. She admired his
strength. He gasped, looking down at her, watching as she fingered his
hard-on. With her free hand Sherry reached between JeffÕs legs and
palmed his balls. His sac was huge. She pushed up on it with her small
open hand. Then she closed her hand as best she could over it.
ÒDarling, IÕm going to milk you now,Ó Sherry said to her husband. ÒI
want to see your sperm shoot out and I want you to give me everything you
have. Just shoot it in my face. DonÕt hold back. I want you totally empty,
so I donÕt have to worry about you playing with Kelly anymore. And I want
her to be jealous, too. I want her to see what a big husband IÕve got and
how he just jets and jets when he cums. And I want her to watch and
know she can never, ever have even one drop of you up inside her cunny.Ó
She kissed the head of his cock. And then, quite deliberately, she bit his
head, not too hard, but just enough to let him know she could be mean if
she wanted to.
Jeff stood enthralled. Despite a quick ÒouchÓ at being bitten, he
seemed to like seeing his wife torment his cock, even if it did mean
enduring an extraordinary pressure to release himself. And, it seemed, as
I watched now, she and he must have played this game before. She
tormenting him, begging him to cum, he holding out valiantly, impressing
her with his reserve and his strength.
ÒDoesnÕt ANYTHING make you cum?Ó Sherry giggled. She tried biting
Jeff again. But, despite a tremble that seized his buttocks and made them
tense, he held on.
SherryÕs big boobs hung down all white and lovely, eager at their
tips for pleasure. Her tummy moved softly with her breathing. It was flat
and begged to be swollen with his seed, I thought, looking at hers and
feeling my own emptiness and my own need. Frankly now she let one of
her hands drop down to her cunny and she played with her cuntlips. ÒCum,
Jeff, IÕm waiting and ready for you,Ó Sherry teased. She watched as her
big man struggled with his cock in her hand, being blown by her lips, yet
holding out, somehow. I too felt mesmerized, watching, but always my
need throbbed within me and I had to gasp at times with the painfulness of
it. Needing pleasure, and not getting it, is painful, in the end. A kind of
overwhelming sexual starvation washes over your erotic parts, and your
head spins with lust. I couldnÕt help bucking again and again on my rape
rack. Now I wished to be raped. Please, somebody cum and stick your
thing into me, anyone, and ram me full of yourself. I didnÕt care about
anything else anymore. I peed again on the floor, seeking relief, but found
none. Sherry turned her head, watched me a moment, laughed.
ÒPee, then, honey, if you canÕt cum,Ó Sherry urged her husband. ÒJust
pee right on me.Ó
ÒI can cum,Ó Jeff assured her. ÒYouÕll get it right in the face any
moment I want to give it to you.Ó
ÒThen give it to me!Ó Sherry begged. Like a wanton whore she
mouthed his big cock and tried to stuff as much of him into her mouth as
she could. Jeff just watched, grinning, groaning, grinning again. Their
duel continued.
I was left on the rack, tears rolling down my cheeks, my ass hanging
down all naked and red and boldly exposed. Periodically IÕd arch my hips
out, offering my cunt. It was open, like a flower, its petal-like lips
hungry for pollen. I gasped and cried out for love but nobody heard. Down
here, beneath the earth, the dungeon had been carved to keep the moans of
tormented lovers from ever reaching the ears of the ÔmoralÕ people up
above. I wondered about Sherry and JeffÕs neighbors. Did they even
imagine that we were in a special room down beneath Sherry and JeffÕs
house, torturing each other with our lust? I could almost hear the wife
nagging her husband, he lecturing her in response, while upstairs their son
played video games and their daughter listened to discs. She was hardly
younger than me, dreaming of hunks while she flipped through Tiger Beat
or Seventeen. Yet I, down here, I was almost beside myself with Jeff. He
had bound me to this rack, made for rape, he had handled me, exposed me,
made me frantic, and now he displayed himself, and his own desperation to
me, quite openly, yet in such a way that neither of us found relief. I
yearned to switch places with her. Let her show her breasts down here
and let me retreat to the slumbering innocent solitude of her room. But it
was too late, too late, my pussy told me. I must have what I came for, and
it must cum inside me.
Sherry stood up. In a very business like fashion she clasped her
husband around the head of his cock, right behind the flange, so that he
could not escape her. She led him over to a waist-high pillory and I saw,
to my gasping surprise, that it was made not to clamp the neck or the
wrists, or even the ankles, but the penis.
Sherry lifted the upper half of the pillory up, to give Jeff room to
enter. She smiled as she lifted it. We girls didnÕt come equipped with
anything to hold us to that particular pillory. It must have been the only
safe item for us in the entire dungeon. It could not trap or keep us, but for
men it was deadly.
ÒI wonder what these grooves are for?Ó Sherry smiled. She ran a
fingertip down the far side of the pillory. ÒA blade, donÕt you think, dear?
Too bad itÕs been removed. That would keep any husband well-behaved.Ó
With a grunt Sherry pushed her husband in the small of his back. At the
same time, she threaded his cock with her fingers through the opening in
the pillory. Jeff felt his balls bump up against the side of the pillory
closest to him. ÒYes, dear,Ó Sherry pointed out. ÒThe blade goes on the far
side of the wood, so that when it slices down, removing the dick, the
manÕs balls are preserved.Ó She tickled the underside of his hairy eggs,
and I realized for myself why the blade (or, rather, its grooves) ran down
the opposite side of the wood where Jeff stood. Guillotine-like, it could
slice down, shortening a man quite considerably. But if his balls were to
be retained they would hang safely on the side of the wood next to his
body. Such strange games some past couple must have played, when a
guillotine blade had actually been part of the pillory. Now only the hole
remained.
With a firm, secure clap of wood upon wood, Sherry closed the upper
half of the pillory down on its lower half. Jeff winced. The two halves
would have been too snug for his cockhead to fit through, if kept closed.
So theyÕd been opened, heÕd been put through, and theyÕd been closed again.
Now he was tightly held. The two halves of wood gripped at the base of
his cock like the encircling mouth of a baby. I could see that his shaft
bulged a little where it extruded from the far side of the pillory.
Separated from him, JeffÕs precious organ stuck out like a stiff snake. He
looked down at it.
Sherry tickled the underside of JeffÕs cock. ÒIs it too tight, honey?Ó
she asked. Her voice had a tone of mock sympathy in it. Yet I knew she did
not really want to hurt her husband. At least, I hoped she didnÕt. How
awful it must have been for Jeff! He had a huge banana of a cock, but now
almost all of it was on the far side of the pillory, choked at the base by
the clamping wood, the rest left to quiver untended, a hot dog in need of a
bun.
AND IN THE END...
MOLESTED !
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